Chapter 104 Prelude to War

Nine years before the Dark Portal, Nergal's alliance with the Draenei on behalf of the Warsong Clan paid off.

A large number of craftsmen from Shattrath were sent to Grommash and Grobler Castle to teach them exquisite skills. At the same time, a considerable number of orcs from the Warsong Clan chose to go to the Draenei territory to learn their knowledge.

Messengers, caravans, students... you can see them coming and going between the three cities every now and then on the grasslands of Nagrand.

The increasingly close contact brought neither fear nor awe. Under the courtesy and frankness of the Draenei, few Warsong orcs and Burning Blade orcs were hostile to them. Are there even orcs trying to understand their Holy Light?

In short, under the constraints of the oath, Grommash and all the orcs who witnessed the covenant have ignored the differences between them and regarded these foreign races as a relatively reliable compatriot.

Grommash was very satisfied with this situation. His ancestors were famous for hunting Gronn. Although he was young, he was already known as the "Scandal of Nagrand", but this was not enough. He wanted to achieve great things like his ancestors and become a legendary hero for future generations.

Now, it seemed that Highmaul was already crumbling. If he could get the reputation of the Conqueror of Highmaul, then even when he met his ancestors after death, he would be able to tell his story without shame, right?

He, Grommash, would not bring shame to the clan. He would add another glory to the Hellscream family.

He wanted to let Gorka, who was looking at him in the sky, know what a real wolf would do.

The same was true for Nergo. His ambition was not limited to the small Nagrand. For the "little monsters" like ogres that were in the way, he held the simple view that if they didn't obey, they would die.

He also wanted to let Ruzo know the information of the ogre's surrender after his death, so that the ogre would be completely reduced to a servant.

The two hit it off immediately. Grobler Castle, a fortress built to limit the expansion of ogres, had long been replaced by its strategic role. Grommash wanted to build a camp closer to Highmaul. The former front line has now become the rear area.

The laborer wielded a mining hoe and obtained materials from the earth while the shaman communicated with the earth element.

The blacksmith swung a hammer and made spears, bows and axes that were far more powerful than their existing ones under the guidance of the Draenei technician.

The warriors trained day and night, and the hunters returned home with a full load every day in the wild. Everyone was working hard to conquer Highmaul.

The shaman went to various settlements to coordinate the elements to bless the orcs with good weather, so that the farmers' fields would be full of grains and the herdsmen's pastures would be fertile with water and grass.

And now, it seems that the time has almost come.

On the training ground, as one of the commanders of the upcoming battle, Nergo looked at these recruits who were about to go to the battlefield with mixed feelings.

Unlike the young orcs who looked strong in the past, these orcs not only have a large number of children, but some of them have not even touched weapons a few times, and they are the newest among the new recruits.

"It's really unexpected." Even Sylvanas said so, "I thought all the orcs were like your soldiers."

"They are all children, this is inevitable." Nergo retorted, although he also felt that they were very young, and some of them were still some time away from adulthood, and it was a bit too early to go to the battlefield at this age.

Who cares, at worst, they can't go to the battlefield, and my soldiers have my say, right? It's also a good thing to let them receive some training.

"At least their armor is complete." Nergo said with some sighs: "Look at these bright and shining plate armors, which are much stronger than the armors made of Draenei armor pieces we used at the time."

"How long has it been?"

Not only them, but with the advanced technology of the Draenei, the orcs now almost have a set of armor, and some even have three or four sets, which is almost full in terms of defense.

"lok-tar!" (Victory!)

"lok-tar!" (Victory!)

Amid the victory shouts of these new recruits, Nergo bowed his head and thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Sylvanas noticed her partner, and she whispered in his ear: "These little orcs will not go to the battlefield. Grommash and the clan are very precious to the tribe now."

Yes, even those babies who were born skinny and ugly, the clan would not choose to drown them. On the one hand, the clan's current food reserves are enough to support them.

On the other hand, after contacting the Draenei, the orcs suddenly found that these skinny orcs also have their own uses. It would be a waste to drown them! If you can't fight, you can screw! If you can't enter the battlefield, you can go to the factory.

It's a pity that these newly born orcs have been arranged by the clan before they realize what they are called.

"No." Nergal wasn't thinking about the orcs, but time, the time when the Dark Portal would open. The longer the time dragged, the greater the threat of Gul'dan would be. He had sent a letter to Chieftain Ner'zhul and others through Grommash, but would they listen?

Was he deceived by Kil'jaeden and Gul'dan as in the original plot?

Forget it, it's useless to think about it. What's the point of thinking so much if you don't take down Highmaul? It's just asking for trouble.

Thinking of this, Nergal smiled, "Speaking of Highmaul, I remember a treasure."

"Treasure?" Sylvanas looked at him. Was it her illusion? Why did Nergal smile a little sinisterly.

"Yes, a treasure that is enough for me to twist Gul'dan's head off with my own hands."

How can an ordinary ogre head be worthy of him? His war drum needs to be updated, and Gul'dan's head seems to be good, and the sorcerer king of Highmaul is also OK.

Nergo thought a little arrogantly, even if the war has not started, he has already thought about how to distribute the spoils.

Otherwise? No one thinks they will fail, right?

"I must remind you." Sylvanas said: "Gul'dan's fel spells are not ordinary. We are getting stronger, and he will not be idle."

Sylvanas has seen warlocks. In her world, the Burning Legion attacked Azeroth, but it was a little different from what Nergo remembered.

She was deeply impressed by the rapidly improving spellcasters like warlocks. The witch doctors of the barbaric trolls in Zul'Aman only learned fel spells and became warlocks, which could easily suppress the mages of Quel'Thalas. Silvermoon City almost fell in front of their evil spells.

"No matter which world, warlocks are equally annoying." Sylvanas frowned and said.

If it weren't for the Amani trolls who were hanging out with the Legion weakening the defense of Silvermoon City, how could the Scourge, that damn Arthas, break through her defense?

How could she become like this?

"No, no, no, the treasure I'm talking about is the treasure that can resist warlocks." Nergo sighed: "Titan creation."